They are all single mothers

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My name is Liu Musheng. I was born into a single-parent family. My mother became pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to me, but the man she married didn't care about her or me, his son. My mother broke ties with her family and had to raise me alone.
The pain and hardship of a single mother raising a child alone is unimaginable to most. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, my mother married a wealthy man when I was ten. Of course, the wealthy man didn't want to take me, a burden, so my mother had to send me to an orphanage, visiting me
only occasionally. From the moment I entered the orphanage, I became taciturn and refused my mother's visits. Every time she came, I hid from her. My mother, at her wits' end, had no choice but to leave sadly. I hate my mother. If she hadn't been so reckless, I wouldn't exist. If she hadn't insisted on bringing me into this world, I wouldn't be suffering alone. Consequently, I even hate all beautiful women, believing they are all like my mother—equally filthy and shameless.
After graduating from high school, I left the orphanage without telling my mother. I struggled on my own in society, never dating anyone, focusing all my energy on my work.
Before I knew it, I was 26, my career had achieved some success—I owned a sizable company and was worth tens of millions—but I was still unmarried. Every time I saw a beautiful woman, my mother's increasingly blurred face would overlap with theirs, making me want to stay away.
Until one day, at a party, I saw a woman who captivated me. She wore a white dress, her hair in a neat ponytail, her pure face radiating an angelic glow as she waved her hands and chatted with people. I was instantly smitten, a voice inside screaming, "I want to marry her." I found out about her; her name was Wu Xue, a senior in college preparing for an internship. Wu Xue—what a beautiful name, as pure and flawless as a snowflake, perfectly matching my ideal of a truly pure girl.
I pursued her ardently, helping her find an internship, waiting for her outside her workplace after work, and even buying her flowers in a sentimental way. At the time, I didn't think it was sentimental; people in love don't care about such things. I used every means possible, just wanting to win her heart.
However, she remained aloof, neither accepting nor rejecting me. Sometimes, in a moment of impulse, I would grab her hand, only to be met with her blushing and pulling away. But the more she acted this way, the more I liked her; this was how a pure and good girl should be.
One day, she suddenly called and said she wanted to come to my house that evening to tell me something important. I was overjoyed, as impatient as a teenager experiencing first love. I made numerous mistakes at work that afternoon, constantly watching my watch, wishing time would pass too slowly. Even my employees noticed and teased me, to which I responded with a happy laugh.
After work, I went home and tidied the room non-stop, afraid she'd think I was sloppy. I changed clothes again and again, sprayed on perfume, practiced my smile in front of the mirror, and rehearsed our possible conversation. I even bought groceries, trying to plan a candlelight dinner like in movies.
The doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there she was. She looked a little tired, but I was so happy I didn't notice and pulled her inside. Once inside, she stopped. I looked at her, puzzled. She hesitated for a long time, then looked up at me and said, "Musheng, let's get married." Instantly, a surge of joy bloomed on my face. This was something I'd always dreamed of, and it had actually come true. I wanted to shout it out loud, to share my joy with the whole world. But what she said next plunged me from heaven to utter despair.
She looked at me with earnest and apologetic eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Musheng, I'm pregnant. I have a boyfriend, and I lied to you for work. My boyfriend wants me to abort the child, but the doctor said I've already had two abortions, and if I have another, I might never be able to have children again. I have no choice; I want this child, so I came to you. Musheng, will you marry me? If you can accept this child, I promise I'll treat you well." I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, my head felt like it was about to explode, my smile froze on my face, shattered into pieces, and slid to the ground. This was the most terrifying curse in the world. My heart stopped beating instantly, my blood froze. She was pregnant, she had a boyfriend, she had two abortions, and she wanted me to raise someone else's child. These words kept churning in my mind. I was stunned, a gurgling sound coming from my throat; I couldn't say anything.
She stared at me intently for a while, and when I didn't move, her eyes dimmed. She whispered "I'm sorry," and turned to leave. But then, I reached out and grabbed her. She turned back, and my expression had returned to calm. Looking at her, I said, "Xiaoxue, I love you. No matter what happens, I will always love you. Let's get married." Her eyes lit up instantly, and she threw herself into my arms, crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I will definitely be a good wife from now on. Thank you." I reached out and stroked her back, saying in a voice that didn't sound like my own, "You don't need to say sorry. I will always love you." But she didn't notice the nervous glint in my eyes as I looked ahead.
Fearing that her growing belly would be discovered, we quickly prepared for our wedding. Her parents and relatives were all overjoyed to see me, such a tall, handsome, and successful son-in-law. I had no relatives, so I had to ask a woman in her fifties who had been taking care of me at the orphanage to be my friend. But my mother, somehow getting wind of the news, found me a few days before my wedding.
The last time I saw my mother was when I was seventeen. I smashed a cell phone she had bought me—it was quite fashionable back then—and walked away heartlessly, leaving her crouching on the ground, weeping. More than ten years have passed, and I hardly remember what she looks like anymore. But seeing her again, the memory suddenly resurfaced. She is still so gentle and beautiful, still looking like she's in her thirties.
She reached out a hand to touch my face, but I waved it away. She looked at me sadly and said, "Xiao Shi, I've been looking for you for more than ten years. I've finally seen you again. When I heard you were getting married, I was so happy I couldn't sleep all night. My son, you've grown up and are getting married. I've never been by your side. I haven't experienced your youthful troubles, your work anxieties, or your joy in love. I'm so sorry. I don't ask you to let me attend your wedding. I just want to see you, to see your wife, my son's wife. She must be a beautiful and wonderful girl." She spoke these words emotionally, trying to please me.
I was initially touched, but when she said Wu Xue was a beautiful and good girl, I suddenly broke down. The scene of Wu Xue saying she was pregnant flashed through my mind again, and tears streamed down my face. I yelled at her, "Good girl, good my ass! Just like you, you piece of trash!" My mother froze, stunned, tears streaming down her face, staring blankly at me. A neurotic light shone in my eyes, and a strange smile appeared on my lips. I moved closer to her face and whispered, "Want to see my wife?
Sure, as long as you agree to one condition: let me have sex with you. Anyway, you're all such trash, having sex with you once won't hurt, right? I'll agree to let you see her, how about it?" My mother suddenly slumped against my car door, looking at me with an incredulous expression, unable to say a word. Without waiting for her answer, I pulled her away, opened the car door, and shoved her into the back seat. She lay down like a puppet, letting me do as I pleased. I closed the door and started tearing at her clothes, but couldn't get them off. I lifted her skirt, raised her legs, and yanked off her panties, then kissed her vulva. Her vulva was soft, warm, and a little pink. I stuck out my tongue and licked her labia, moving it in and out repeatedly. My nose touched her clitoris, and she shuddered, releasing fluid. I held her thigh with one hand and unzipped my pants with the other, pulling them down along with my underwear. I pounced on my mother's beautiful body, looked at her beautiful face, and penetrated her.
My mother's vagina was warm and tight, enveloping me comfortably. I thrust in and out, then lifted her shirt, pushed up her bra, grabbed one breast, and began sucking. With my other hand, I grabbed the other breast and kneaded it vigorously. My mother's breasts weren't large, but they were soft, white, and felt wonderful to touch. I thrust into her vagina for a while, but the pleasure was too intense, so I stopped, sucked on her breast, and waited for the pleasure to subside before continuing to thrust. I lifted my head and kissed my mother's face. Her gaze was vacant, her eyes empty, as she let me ravage her body, her face showing pain and despair. Her beloved son, the son she had searched for so long, the son she had carried for ten months, given birth to with great difficulty, and raised for ten years, had raped her. This pain penetrated her very soul; her heart was dead.
Seeing my mother's pained expression, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by something, the pain making it hard to breathe. What was I feeling pain about? She had done this to me, why should I feel pain? No, I didn't want to. I turned my mother over, pulling her buttocks back so she was kneeling on the seat, obscuring her face. From behind, I entered her again. As I thrust, I kneaded her buttocks. They were smooth and fleshy, bouncing beautifully with each thrust. After a long time, the pleasure became uncontrollable. Suddenly, her body convulsed, her vagina contracting strongly, and a gush of hot fluid sprayed onto my glans. I could no longer control myself, and streams of semen shot into her body.
I let out a sigh of relief, pulled out my penis, and the semen mixed with her vaginal fluids dripped onto the seat. My mother remained motionless. I turned her over again; she lay limply on the seat, her hands hanging limply to the floor, as if lifeless.
Seeing my mother like this, my heartache suddenly erupted uncontrollably. I lay on top of her, kissing her cold lips, neck, and earrings, and said with a heavy heart, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you." Hearing my words, my mother's eyes regained some light. I released her lips and pressed my face against hers, murmuring, "Mom, Mom." My mother finally regained her composure, hugged my head, and kissed me back, lovingly stroking me and murmuring, "Son!" My mother and I finally reconciled. I brought her home, and every night I would sneak into her room to make love to her. She resisted somewhat, but fearing I would ignore her again, she half-heartedly gave in, letting me do as I pleased. Over time, sometimes her desire was aroused, and she would become more proactive, even teaching me some moves.
I never touched Wu Xue, using her pregnancy as an excuse that it was bad for the fetus, and I ignored her hints. Wu Xue became lethargic during her pregnancy and didn't discover my secret with my mother.
A few months later, Wu Xue gave birth to a lovely daughter. Holding her daughter, Wu Xue's face radiated maternal warmth; it was very touching. My mother also loved her daughter, often playing with her and buying her many baby supplies and clothes she didn't need yet. I named my daughter Liu Pingping because she was soft, with chubby little arms and legs, and looked like a fluffy doll.
A few months after Liu Pingping's birth, Wu Xue repeatedly made advances towards me, but I ignored her, throwing myself entirely into my mother's arms, making love with her passionately to make up for the maternal love I had lost over the years. Wu Xue gradually became suspicious, coming home late, getting drunk, and frequently asking me for money. I heard rumors that she was having affairs with many men, but I didn't care. Sometimes my mother wanted to refuse my advances; she felt that Wu Xue had stolen the love that belonged to me, but when I lost my temper, she became afraid and obediently let me have my way.
Liu Pingping grew up and started calling me "Dad." The first time I heard her call me "Dad," I shed tears of emotion. Although she wasn't my blood relative, I still loved her very much. Wu Xue also became more restrained, spending more time with her daughter and keeping her affair very discreet.
Before we knew it, Liu Pingping was twelve years old. She had excellent genes and had grown into a graceful, lively, and somewhat precocious young woman. She had noticed the discord between Wu Xue and me, becoming more sensible, working hard on her studies, not wanting us to worry, and trying very hard to mend the rift between Wu Xue and me. However, she didn't understand that the problems between Wu Xue and me weren't something a child could solve.
My mother was getting older and becoming somewhat resistant to my advances, focusing all her attention on Liu Pingping. She always urged me to spend more time with Wu Xue. I lost my temper several times before she gave up. She never asked me why I said Wu Xue was also a slut; she was afraid of reopening old wounds.
One day, my mother hinted that I should come to her room that night. I was delighted. My mother rarely took the initiative like this. Every time she initiated intimacy, we would have intense sex. My mother and I were very compatible and could always reach climax simultaneously.
That night, I didn't turn on the lights, afraid of disturbing my daughter. My daughter was grown up now, and I needed to be discreet. I gently pushed open my mother's bedroom door. The weather was beautiful today; the daytime wind had blown away the clouds covering the city, and the moon was out. Moonlight streamed through the window onto the bed, illuminating a naked back view, her round buttocks facing me. My mother wasn't dressed. She rarely acted so freely; people of her generation were more reserved, and she would only undress under my coercion, and she would never turn on the light.
I took off my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and lay on my side behind my mother, trying to turn her over, but she resisted slightly. I reached out and caressed her breasts from behind, then licked her back down to her buttocks and back again. My mother's body was well-maintained; her affluent and comfortable life had left her skin as smooth as when she was young. After licking her several times, my mother's body became warm. I placed my hand on my mother's vulva and felt a lot of moisture; she was aroused. I turned my mother over, making her kneel and prone. Holding my hard penis, I penetrated her from behind, slapping her buttocks as I thrust. My mother's buttocks were fleshy, and I loved this position when I fucked her. Today, her vagina was a little tight, probably because I hadn't fucked her much lately. After a while, she let out moans of "Mmm~ Mmm~". My mother doesn't usually moan; she's rather reserved and shy. Her moans are always a little hoarse, always emitting muffled groans that she can't control. I've asked her several times, but she just won't moan loudly. Today, although her voice wasn't loud, it was very clear, and sometimes she let out an "Ah" sound, which my mother never makes. I felt something was wrong, so I pulled out my penis, turned her body over, and looked closely. Sure enough, it was Wu Xue.
I was instantly enraged and shouted at her, "Why is it you? What are you doing here?" Wu Xue straightened up, pulled her legs back, looked at me, and calmly retorted, "Why can't it be me? I'm your wife. You're in our house, having sex with another woman, and you're asking why it's me? You think it shouldn't be me, then who do you think you should be having sex with? Huh??" I looked around, and Wu Xue suddenly said coldly, "No need to look anymore, Mom's in my room. Today's events were planned by us." I laughed angrily, "You dare to arrange my life?" Wu Xue ignored me. She turned around, took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table drawer. My mother had prepared them for me. I don't smoke often, I only like to have one after making love, and Wu Xue even knew that. She took one out, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled it into my face. I was furious. This woman really thought this was her own home, so natural, and even dared to blow smoke at me. Before I could even react... Wu Xue suddenly exploded in anger: "What's wrong with me?
All these years, you've neglected me, your young wife, and come here every day to sleep with your mother, that old woman. Are you blind?" *Slap!* I slapped her across the face, stunning her. For over ten years, I'd been subjecting her to emotional abuse, but I'd never hit her. Today, I hit her only because she'd crossed a line—my mother. And she'd voiced a worry I'd never dared to think about: old age. My
mother was getting old; wrinkles were appearing on her face, her hair was turning gray, and she wasn't as agile in bed as she used to be. Sometimes, after making love with my mother, while smoking, I felt a pang of sadness, afraid that she would leave me again. I'm not a fragile person, but every time I thought of this, my eyes welled up with tears. My mother knew my worries. She always urged me to spend more time with Wu Xue, saying she couldn't be with me forever, and she wanted to see Wu Xue and me happy and able to grow old together. Every time I heard this, I panicked and would rudely interrupt her.
Wu Xue completely lost her temper. Her innocent face twisted in anger, and she lunged at me, repeatedly pounding my head with both hands, yelling, "You dare hit me! You bastard! You beast who slept with your own mother! How dare you hit me? I'll fight you to the death!" She hit me hard, and it hurt. I grabbed her hands, threw her back, and shouted at her, "Yes, I just don't want to sleep with you. You're not as good as my mother. Although you and my mother were both pregnant out of wedlock, my mother never lied to anyone and never had a backup plan. Even though raising a child alone was incredibly difficult, she tried to raise me. Although she later gave me to an orphanage, I've come to understand her more and more. Her inner..." Pain and reluctance—she was noble and pure. But you, you bitch, you deceived me, you treated me like a backup plan, you had several abortions, and yet you pretended to be innocent in front of me, even making me raise your child! You shameless bitch!" Wu Xue's face turned deathly pale, and she slumped against the headboard, saying miserably, "So, this is how you see me? Then why did you marry me in the first place? And why did you lie to me and say you loved me?" I ignored her. I felt a little guilty about this question. I got out of bed, put on my underwear, picked up the rest of my clothes, and prepared to go back to my room. As I turned around, my little daughter stood frozen in the doorway. She had seen everything. The clothes in my hands slipped to the floor. My daughter woke up with a start and ran quickly to her room. I rushed over, but she slammed the door shut in front of me. I wanted to knock on the door, but I didn't know what to say. I stood there for a while, and Wu Xue came out dressed. I turned around and said to her calmly, "You should comfort Pingping. I don't know what to say." Back in my room, I lay on the bed, my emotions still unsettled. My mother must have arranged my encounter with Wu Xue today, but she probably didn't expect it to turn out like this. Did she feel her health was deteriorating and want to arrange a companion for me to grow old with? My eyes welled up with tears. She risked angering me by setting this trap, doing everything for me. Should I grant her wish?
The next day, my daughter didn't go to school. I called in sick for her and took her on a trip to the countryside with Wu Xue for the first time. This was something she had long wished for. I promised Wu Xue that I would improve our relationship and never argue again. She finally cheered up, even though she already knew she wasn't my biological daughter. I promised her that I would always love her as I would my own child.
That night, I made love with Wu Xue. She was very excited and tried her best to please me. Her oral skills were good; she tried her best to take my entire penis into her mouth, something my mother never did. Her body was very firm and tight, and her vagina was also very narrow, probably because she hadn't had many affairs in the past two years. Although her skin wasn't as fair as my mother's, it was very smooth, a very youthful body. Her breasts were much larger than my mother's; it took both of my hands to hold them. They were very firm, a different feeling from my mother's, and sucking them felt very good.
We made love for a long time, and she orgasmed several times, but I just couldn't ejaculate, probably because there was no passion between us. Later, seeing how tired she was but still trying so hard to please me, I was somewhat moved and finally ejaculated.
She was satisfied, and we hugged each other and slept like husband and wife for the first time.
My relationship with Wu Xue gradually improved, and we made love from time to time. My mother and daughter saw this and were very happy. Wu Xue also became more cheerful, more virtuous, and more family-oriented. Her eyes now held love for me, and the family was harmonious. I began to think this wasn't so bad, and my desire for revenge against Wu Xue seemed to fade. But deep down, there always seemed to be an indescribable, elusive sense of unease.

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